Something beautiful came out of nothing that day.
You looked at me as if I was the best thing that ever happened to you and I
Was in heaven.
Wanted to believe with all my heart that everything would fall into place.
That people saw this thing as beautiful as we did.
That nobody would hurt us.
Break this orb of colors as bright as the sun.
I never predicted colors to fade.
I was right, this thing is as beautiful as it was on February 22nd.
Every day it gets brighter and even now beautiful.
Sometimes it fades.
And people come back from the past and erase one of the colors we so happily painted.
And it takes us a while to find the markers again.
It takes us a second longer on each line of color every single time we have to draw it.
It takes double the time to perfect those lines from the very first day.
Eventually we make it better than It’s ever been.
Brighter than It’s ever been.
But everytime a color fades it scares me half to death thinking we won’t get it right again.
And everytime It’s back in HD I’m scared of pencils because they have an eraser at the end.
I’m scared of water because it could spill
And all of our colors could go away.
Not to mention the rain.
Oh how I’m scared of the rain.